A love letter to my past mobile vice 's who lie dusty and broken in a draw of the office.

Nothing has the power to part me from you; our love is based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives. I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure. I don’t know what is the matter with me. I am so exulted. I am almost mad, working, loving you, writing, and thinking of you, playing your records, dancing in the room when my eyes are tired. You have given me such joys that it does not matter what happens now.